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I didn't breathe a word of it, thinking to change its fate. If I won't give it thought or mind, perhaps it'll dissipate.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Save the falling world. Do a good, ethical deed. Save humanity!
The fight that made us stronger will live forevermore. For anything with a legacy, forever screams its roar. * To make something last
I watched the crippled leaf crumble falling, falling to a state of humble. It thought It'll live after letting go, But, it didn't realize that it didn't know.
They call death a thing. They say that when death comes There’s pain. Loneliness. Fear. Tears. But they’re wrong. Death… death just is.
Why is it That we only realize The depths of our fall When we’re all the way at the bottom?
To let go is to realize that you are great the way you are. To let go is to be present, but ready for the future. *
Ever wondered what happens when you go on to the next stage in your life? Honestly, nothing. The world stays the same. Which is super weird because, hey,
I sometimes wonder what it means to be strong. Can I posses muscle, but get swept along? Is strength the thing you feel in your core
Nature isn’t nature at all But a beauty born by Someone higher. Like a man grown tall by nature’s call And then taking credit to his desire.
Not in cheers nor fame Does glory reveal herself. Only silent wars does she reserve result in. * Silence always wins. For true victory is hushed.
Curse society Evil and vile Triggering frowns Through a feigned smile * Curse society So big and cunning Causing healthy legs
